Lyrics

I am an arms dealer fitting you with weapons in the form of wordsAnd (don't really care which side wins)As long as the room keeps singing that's just the business I'm in

This ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms raceThis ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms raceThis ain't a scene, it's a goddamn arms raceI'm not a shoulder to cry on, but I digress

I'm a leading manAnd the lies I weave are oh so intricate,oh so intricateI'm a leading manAnd the lies I weave are oh so intricate,oh so intricate

I wrote the gospel on giving up(You look pretty sinking)But the real bombshells have already sunk (prima-donnas of the gutter)At night we're painting your trash gold, while you sleepCrashing not like hips or cars but more like p-p-p-parties